This is a song about "Quit your bitching"

I flit words in the speed of light, your raps ain't tight so quit rapping tonight

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

You better go home with your weak ass moans, and bitch quit blushing,

I said patience persistence got the world listening

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Just a peaceful musician, so quit the bitching and wishing,

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Its your hit, hey its your hit, man i wanna quit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Starting to bang your head slightly against the door thinking man i should quit

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Get back into the kitchen whore, you can quit your bitching or,

They tell quit your bitching and get back to the kitchen,

Or any type of suitable living condition listen